Blizzard Blogging - Part 3

We're up to about one death-defying inch of snow, though it's starting come down heavier right now.

My neighbor across the street has sent his children out in this life-threatening storm to clean his car off. You can't see him, but the father is sitting just inside the living room window, smoking a cigar and sipping cognac. He's wearing a bathrobe. The kids have been told not to come inside until every last bit of snow is shoveled off the walk and cleared off the car. Then, and only then, will he take them to the drug store for their asthma medicine.

[By the way, for the curious - I'm still not smoking, I just stopped doing daily updates]

Can't wait until my kids are old enough to do that... Oh wait, I live in the South; not going to happen (although my wife HAD to have a four-wheel drive Expedition with Mud & Snow tires, just in case this might happen once in the next 2 years)

Good for you. It will get easier, and then you'll walk past someone smoking and you'll get a pang of craving, which will pass in ten or fifteen minutes; these will become rarer and rarer. Eventually you'll smell "smoker" and wrinkle your nose.